thoroughly, it was too late to do anything about it anyway.
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It was not easy for Bulma's parents to maintain the friendly facade towards Safrano, but since they agreed with Vegeta, they pulled themselves together. The closer Safrano thought he was to his goal, the deeper he would eventually fall and the more painful it would be. Vegeta's offer to give this guy the opportunity to look at the radishes from below right now was turned down by Mr. Briefs because of his friendship with Safrano's father.<br />
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"In addition, there may be something to the fact that his absence affects Bulma so much that we can no longer help her," explained Bulma's mother. "Now that Professor Manhip is gone, we have a real chance of letting her find herself again."
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There was nothing to be shaken about this argument, as Vegeta grudgingly realized. "Can't we use the Dragon Balls?" Was his next suggestion.
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Mr. Briefs shook his head. "As soon as Bulma was back from the hospital, she destroyed all of her old inventions and erased the data. I guess that was one last riot against Safrano so he wouldn't get his hands on things. I can't even promise you that I can recreate one ", Prof. Briefs had to admit. "The radar was Bulma's particular pride and she never let me turn it on."
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So with the dragon balls it was vinegar.That was not only a mean disaster because of Bulma himself, there was no telling how many people would lose their lives in the fight against the cyborgs.
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Meanwhile, Prof. Briefs had at least taken steps that, even if he married Bulma, would prevent the merger with the ailing company of his former student colleague. Safrano wouldn't see a penny of the Brief's fortune.
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A week passed and another. Safrano kept a close eye on the overhaul of the spaceship so that Prof. Briefs couldn't arrange any noticeable delays.
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Since Safrano always showed up at the letters around ten o'clock in the morning, Vegeta tried his best to get closer to Bulma during breakfast. But it was real to turn gray, his attempts to goad her like before came to nothing because she didn't seem to hear any of his words.She endured his touches and kisses with a stone face, so that Vegeta felt like a villain every time and quickly withdrew.
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During the day there was no chance of finding Bulma without her fiancé anyway. Safrano monitored her every step and by the end of the second week Vegeta noticed that Bulma was even wearing his ring on her finger.
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If Safrano had come back quite angry from his unsuccessful trip to Professor Manhip's practice (the day after he had accepted Vegeta's friendly advice and left), he obviously tried harder through joint activities such as boating, going to the cinema, walking, etc ... Bulma stronger to bind to yourself. After Vegeta had followed the two of them several times without finding a starting point to intervene, he had decided to spend the days practicing on the cliff until the professor had finished overtaking the spaceship.<br />
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Nobody brought up an argument against it and so Vegeta and Bulma mostly only saw each other in the morning, because every evening Safrano took her out either to dance, to a restaurant, to the opera or to the theater. Somehow Vegeta was most annoyed about the dance evenings.
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His frustration and anger he made the rocks feel twice and three times during training. The day approached when the spaceship would no longer give him an apology for staying with the letters.
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"The best thing to do is to fly it just a few kilometers. I bought a holiday home outside of town, you can live there and come by as often as you want."
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Vegeta thought about it. "I don't know what the point is. Nothing I do has worked. Somehow I have the feeling that this lacquer monkey sees through everything we know and plan, makes a fool of me and secretly laughs." He clenched his fists. "A Saiyan prince doesn't put up with such a thing for long.My patience is almost at the end ... "
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Frau Briefs nodded; she had seen something like this coming. "I didn't know that Saiyan princes like to lose so much ..."
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Vegeta gave her a sharp look, but she just shrugged her shoulders with an innocent smile. "If Bulma marries him or dies because of his loss, you have lost, haven't you?"
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For a moment it looked like Vegeta was going to explode. But then he just put out his hand without a word and Frau Briefs dropped the key for the weekend house into it. "I interviewed a few professionals in the field," she said urgently. "It's not decided yet, Vegeta. No matter how unscrupulous and ingenious this Manhip started, we have a chance." She looked at Vegeta carefully. "Maybe if we ask Bulma's old friend Gokou for help ..."
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"No!" Vegeta shook his head in denial. "I'm not going to beg Kakerott, I'd rather go back into space alone."<br />
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Mrs. Briefs sighed. "I expected that. All right, let's try it without help. But we have to think of something quickly."
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Vegeta had this sentence still in his ear when he flew to the cliff on the last day of his official stay with the letters. This time he didn't go through his routine as usual, but sat on the edge of the cliff, stared down at the foaming sea, which was a perfect mirror of his own troubled feelings, and tried to be clear about why this was actually happening. His first meeting with Bulma on Namek occurred to him, he had only seen her briefly and his thoughts had been elsewhere. Then back in life and back on earth, he had noticed that she had obviously overcome the fear she had had of him on Namek. There had been few humanoid female warriors in Freezer's army, and her invitation to stay with her had presented him with an unusual situation.With a smile he remembered the first time he accidentally opened the bathroom door when Bulma was just getting out of the tub. What did she throw at him? Not just loads of expressions he'd never heard before, but also the sponge, a bucket, the little stool ... Still, he'd never forget how beautiful she looked, pink in the face, damp hair and the countless drops of water that had glittered on her body ... A particularly high wave licked the rocks and a gust carried the salty spray up to him. Vegeta licked the salty drops from her lips and thought of the warm honey in Bulma's kisses. Strange how many little things were engraved so deeply in his memory. Above all, her warmth, the inner light that she gave so generously and thus drove the shadows out of the corners of his frozen soul. Exactly this light, for which he had longed for (as he quietly admitted here alone and for himself), this Safrano had suffocated in her.He had stolen something that belonged only to him, Vegeta, and he would pay for it. Vegeta's gaze fell on a clump of blue flowers that had started to bloom here on the edge of the cliff. In the heart of every blossom it shimmers warm golden yellow and crimson, pistils and stamens spoke of life, fire and light in the midst of the refreshing coolness.
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Carefully, because he had never done anything like this before, Vegeta dug up the clump of flowers. He had never flown home so slowly before. By the time he got there, Safrano and Bulma were long gone, but that was fine with him.
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Mrs. Briefs was very astonished when he brought her the flowers and asked her to put them in a pot. "They are for Bulma," he said simply and went to his room. In his desk (not that he used it often) pens and paper were easy to find. Vegeta, however, had to find the right words first.
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The moon was already high in the sky, Safrano had brought Bulma home hours ago, when Vegeta finally folded the thirty-seventh sheet of paper, pushed the chair back and stretched.<br />
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There was nothing more he could do at the moment and what would happen once he had moved into his new home outside the city, that was still in the stars.
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The next morning he opened his eyes at the same early hour as always. He had already carried his things to the spaceship, only one of his overalls was still in the closet. As he went into the bathroom, he heard Frau Briefs rumbling in the kitchen.
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"Is that you, Vegeta?", She stuck her head out the door. “Here they are!” His gaze fell through the open door to the table, where the small blue flower stars shone in a pretty, orange flower pot. "Do you like it?"
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He nodded. "The letter, I still got it last night ...", he cleared his throat, "please put the note on my desk with it. Give Bulma both as soon as I'm gone."
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"Thank you," smiled Mrs. Briefs through tears. She knew what these gestures had cost the proud prince.If only it helped ...
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Vegeta made a dismissive gesture and disappeared into the bathroom. Freshly washed, he came to breakfast and reached out as if there was no tomorrow. Bulma still hadn't come out of her room.
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When there was no crumb on his plate, Vegeta rose with a sigh. Frau Briefs escorted him out, where Prof. Briefs was already waiting. "It's all entered," he said to Vegeta. "Do you have the key?"
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Vegeta reached into the pocket of his overalls, felt the cool metal and nodded. "Have a good trip then," said Professor Briefs aloud and nodded towards the gate, where Safrano had just appeared and waved in a hypocritical friendly manner.
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Vegeta ignored him and boarded the spaceship. It was everything as Prof. Briefs had said. Even though it was only a short hop to the house, Vegeta buckled up before activating the autopilot.
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Meanwhile, Frau Briefs had already gone back into the house.She took the note from Vegeta's room and put it between the leaves of the blue flowers. Then she